Ain't No More Cane on the Brazos
OdettaOriginale | Versione di Bob Dylan & The Band, dall’album “The Basement Tapes” del 1975. |
AIN'T NO MORE CANE ON THE BRAZOS It ain' no mo' cane on de Brazis, Mmm… Done groun' it all in molazzis. Mmm… Better git yo' overcoat ready, Well, it's comin' up a norther. Well, de captain standin' an' lookin' an' cryin', Well, it's gittin' so col', my row's behin'. Cap'n, doncha do me like you did po' Shine, Drive dat bully till he went stone-blin'. Cap'n, cap'n, you mus' be blin', Keep on holl'in' an' I'm almos' flyin’ One o' dese mornin's, an' it won' be long, You gonna call me an' I'll be gone. Ninety-nine years so jumpin' long, To be here rollin' an' cain' go home. Ef I had a sentence like ninety-nine years, All de dogs on de Brazis won' keep me here. I b'lieve I'll go to de Brazis line, Ef I leave you here, gonna think I's flyin'. B'lieve I'll do like ol' Riley, Ol’ Riley walked de Brazis. Well, de dog-sergeant got worried an' couldn' go, Ol’ Rattler went to howlin' 'cause de tracks too ol’ Oughta come on de river in 1904, You could fin' a dead man on every turn row. Oughta come on de river in 1910, Dey was drivin' de women des like de men. Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row, Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row. Some in de buildin' an' some on de farm, Some in de graveyard, some goin' home. I looked at my Ol’ Hannah, an' she's turnin' red, I looked at my podner an' he's almos' dead. Wake up, lifetime, hold up yo' head, Well, you may get a pardon an' you may drop dead. Well, I wonder what's de matter, somepin' mus' be wrong, We're still here rollin', Shorty George done gone. Go down, Ol’ Hannah, doncha rise no mo', Ef you rise any mo' bring judgment day. | AIN'T NO MORE CANE Ain't no more cane on the Brazos Oh, oh, oh, oh... Its all been ground down to molasses Oh, oh- oh, oh- oh... You shoulda been on the river in 1910 They were driving the women just like they drove the men. Go down Old Hannah, don'cha rise no more Don't you rise up til Judgment Day's for sure Ain't no more cane on the Brazos Its all been ground down to molasses Captain, don't you do me like you done poor old Shine Well ya drove that bully til he went stone blind Wake up on a lifetime, hold up your own head Well you may get a pardon and then you might drop dead Ain't no more cane on the Brazos Its all been ground down to molasses. |